I Heard it From the Wind

Sherry Killam, teacher, writer, artist.

      Sherry Killam

I know now you had to go.
I heard it from the wind
That came one night instead of you.

 

 

 

The wind howls across the desert
Asking uncomfortable questions
About unquestioned paths.
It screams a challenge to the silence
Buffered with watch caps and ear muffs
Reminding us that the place is
Anything but quiet.

Pockets of sound catch on the thorn
Of a cactus, sink down to the underground tunnels,
And arouse the snake and the rat.
The moon draws them up
And the wind sweeps through,
Stampedes and scatters the sounds,
Whistling and roaring, till dim memories drown.
The slosh of dumping a bucket of sand in the ocean
Decades ago is finally gone. Assimilated. Quashed.

And isn’t each loss a little death?
And doesn’t this imply the struggle for release
From attachment to the form of things?
A struggle as transforming as birth,
When the present co-mingles
with past and future
And body and mind
Are nothing yet, again.

It is surrender
Of the dense to the ethereal.

It is a letting go of things.

It took a long time for me to understand
Because you forgot to tell me,
And you know the wind just whispers.”

Bare tree trunks after storm

I Heard it from the Wind Acrylic Painting by Sherry Killam

10 thoughts on “I Heard it From the Wind

  1. Tom Dailey

    This gained new meanings with each of several readings. I really like your interesting images from nature and the way you connect them to a human theme. Plus, “surrender of the dense to the ethereal” is a pretty cool line.

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  2. Carol Bell

    Wow! You are really talented! Sherry I agree with your friend Peggy and our friend Barbara as this poem did make me think of the many way we are left…and how we now need to let things, memories and even people in our lives go. I relate: as our Mothers age and our roles reverse, as we look at a list of former classmates who are no longer with us, and the obvious male/ female relationships and look at all of the things in our lives as I look around at too many possessions. Thank you for sharing your thoughts for at our age we are thinking about things but have not expressed what we are thinking about so well as you did for us. Love, Carol

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    1. Sherry Post author

      Carol, it touches my heart to hear your response. Thanks for reassuring me that we are indeed ‘all in this together’ as humans.

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  3. Peggy Lewis

    Sher, this touched a bunch of taproots. Made me remember how many ways we can be left, how we seldom know it’s a spiral informing our art…

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